BLACK KEYS.
By: iluvyoumorethancupcakes.
AN: Hey, there! I just bought Lines, Vines and Trying Times. I've been listening to it like crazy. Well, I know this probably doesn't make any sense. But, thanks for reading it anyways. I don't really know what I was thinking. AND, technically, this is legal. The guy's name is never mentioned. But, it's Nick. xD
Disclaimer: I don't own the song "Black Keys", JONAS, or Hannah Montana.
There was silence when I first entered this room. I sat down on a familiar bench which was in front of the piano that I've played so many times before.
I recalled all the times I came here with her, when everything was so colorful and bright.
We would come here and sit on this piano bench; I would play and she would sing. It used to be so lively in here, but now, that liveliness has been replaced with silence.
A clean sheet of paper was on the piano's stand, waiting to be written on, like always. I pressed on the black keys; only on the black keys. I've never noticed that beautiful noise those notes made alone, without any company.
"And the black keys have never looked so beautiful…" Those lyrics came shooting out of my mouth. Taking those notes and those words, I wrote them down on the piece of paper in front of me. "…and a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull."
Sitting alone in the music room made me realize something.
"And the lights out, never had this brighter glow…"
Being famous is pretty awesome; having people admire you and listen to what you have to say through your lyrics, it's so unreal.
Fame gives you many opportunities, including attending many events and meeting other celebrities. That's how I met her.
Miley Ray, that girl with her bright blue-green eyes, long wavy brown hair, who was loved by almost everybody, added color to my world.
Ever since that day I met her, the colors appeared.
We've had many fun times together, such as the times we've performed with each other. There were many turning points, as well.
But, there was a fork stuck in the road. We've went separate ways; I went left as she turned right.
No more color; just black, white and gray.
"And the black keys showing me a world I never knew…"
Even though I can't get her out of my mind, maybe it's better this way.
"Don't let 'em getinside of your head…"
Everyone knows it's impossible to keep it real.
Even though sometimes, I wish my life could go back to the way it was, before all of the fame and fortune.
Sometimes, I wish for my regular simple life to come back.
I wish this never happened.
I wish for no color; no red, orange, yellow, green, blue or purple.
I wish for the chaos and difficulties to disappear.
I wish for the black and white.
I wish for the simplicity and peace to reappear.
As much as I wish for that to happen, those wishes will never come true. There's no turning back.
"Sometimes a fight is better black and white…"
I realized the simplicity of black and white versus the noise that is brought on by color.
Well, thanks for reading this weird songfic that you probably don't get. I seriously don't know what I was thinking. Review?